None other than Hubert Keller himself.
You know, the awesome chef of Fleur restaurant and the Burger Bar? The guy that frequents 'Top Chef: Masters' and has been a guest judge on the regular 'Top Chef'? The shockingly good-looking older man with the sleek, grey ponytail and soft French accent?
Oh yeah, that Hubert.
As you may recall, I blogged about Chef Keller previously (see "And For Your Next Course: Bitter Disappointment" from February 2011). I'm sure he didn't intentionally snub our table during that dinner date, but it certainly hurt. He managed to greet every diner in the restaurant that night except for Brian and I, and despite our repeated requests, our waiter had the unfortunate task of breaking the news to us that the Sleek Grey Fox disappeared through the back exit, computer in hand. Which in "Fleur" language meant: he's not coming back.
Hubert, you broke my heart.
To be honest, I had put the event out of my mind. Hadn't thought about the guy in months. Yes, I've staged a silent protest against 'Top Chef: Masters' and haven't watched a single episode (yet, the list continues to grow in our DVR.) I intentionally did not pick Fleur as the restaurant to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. Mario Batali's 'Carnevino' won out instead. But you know, it wasn't intentional or anything.
So imagine my surprise as Brian and I were exiting Mandalay Bay on Saturday night, literally about to jump in the car and head to Carnevino, when who do we run into other than Chef Keller and his wife? They had just emerged with a giant speaker in tow from the elevators as we were going through the doors to the parking garage. Brian stopped first, mainly to offer a hand to the older gentleman (whom he did not recognize as Hubert Keller yet). And then, just as he was about to speak, he stopped dead in his tracks and said, "Hey, it's Hubert Keller."
I, of course, halted, too. And watched as Hubert trekked right by us for the second time in my life. His wife smiled at me as she passed, but Hubert kept his eyes down as he dragged the speaker.
I mean, really? Not even a head nod?
This whole thing is compounded with the fact that I was wearing a giant blue feather-thing on my head. Mind you, I had been wearing it all day and throughout the entire casino area, people looked at me. The Junior League Luncheon had been held earlier at the ajoining property the Four Seasons, and since it was Derby Day, there was a hat contest. Inspired by the Royal Wedding, I managed to find a royal blue fascinator that I attached to my head that morning with total glee. I did take the fascinator off for "The Lion King," but stuck it back in my hair for the walk to the car. It was a cool hat and I wanted to get the most use out of it. Plus, it matched my dress.
So despite having what appeared to be a large bird stuck in my hair, or the fact I looked like an over-sized peacock in my hat and blue dress, Hubert Keller still managed to avoid saying hi to me. What do I need to do next time...dress in drag and do the hulu?
(the last line is shamelessly borrowed from "The Lion King," now running at Mandalay Bay's theater through December! Excellent production and discounted tickets are available to locals. Check it out!)
It's okay. It's not personal. Right? Right??